[ Rokurou sheepishly rubs his neck, contrite in the face of Leaks’s scolding. As much as he’d like to defend himself the man has a point; he should have at least given the bottle a proper sniff before going for it. The smell of that much sugar would be putrid to him even with his senses not as sharp as usual. ]
But who knew it would be so bad? Drinks are supposed to be good.
[ A weak defense. He sighs in defeat and then offers a bow—]
Well, it was my mistake. I owe you a debt. [ a debt of … apology? ] Let me make it up to you somehow! Rokurou Rangetsu, at your service.
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[ Rokurou sheepishly rubs his neck, contrite in the face of Leaks’s scolding. As much as he’d like to defend himself the man has a point; he should have at least given the bottle a proper sniff before going for it. The smell of that much sugar would be putrid to him even with his senses not as sharp as usual. ]
But who knew it would be so bad? Drinks are supposed to be good.
[ A weak defense. He sighs in defeat and then offers a bow—]
Well, it was my mistake. I owe you a debt. [ a debt of … apology? ] Let me make it up to you somehow! Rokurou Rangetsu, at your service.